A tray of food is pushed toward him. “The usual?” Willie offers. His mellowness in the morning reminds Sebastian that life is good. On the tray is everything Sebastian loves: wheat toast slathered in Nutella, fresh fruit, chopped bananas in Greek yogurt. These are three reasons Willie is lightyears ahead of Mason in the friendship department. “Wicked. Thanks, Willster.” Waving as if it’s nothing, Willie turns pink and ducks his head. But Sebastian is curious. When has Willie ever been bashful?
